Talisman

Wind, the rain in my hair, stinging cold on my face,
Evil run to my left, in inhospitable place.
Pulling my feet through a race, the land around me a waste,
Deep in the murkiest maze, demons behind me give chase.

I reach up grasping for you, that place I clasp you onto,
For strength and something that’s true, I seldom know what to do,
So you continue to stand, while I roam over the land
And when I don’t hold your hand, still pull me over the sand

Where I would sink to the pit, a light that cannot be lit,
The place despondency sits, where all the best things are missed,
And I’d have lost all of this, and entertained the foul kiss,
Of a deep sensual bliss that comes from blood soaken fist,
But grasping you the claw missed, the band that rose to the bliss.
And though I knew not my wish, the weight of you was the dish,

That served the delicate touch, a taste, subliminal push,
A slow sensational rush, causing my soul’s face to flush,
I place you next to my heart, before the horrors can start,
To block it out of the part of me that can’t go that far,

The one constrained to these walls, to the methodical calls,
The mortal trips and the falls, and stumbling blind down the halls,
Yearning to just be so tall, outpace the reach of the jaws,
Saying my heart is now gone, my conscience nothing at all.

So you find me running and a’ running and a’ running away,
You’ll see me gunning for and shunning searing light of the day
Though I will never stop to look at all the places I ran,
I carry you and keep you with me, you’re my Talisman.
My Talisman.


Climbing up walls too steep, the end of which I can’t see,
The angry mountain I meet, How can I stand on my feet?
But on precarious seat, I find you there next to me,
And at the end of my strength, you’re that upon which I lean.

It’s like you planted a seed, no matter where I may be,
As if to cure my disease, my heart that’s trying to freeze,
The unexplainable keys, that set the fury at ease,
To exorcise all the demons that are living in me.

Compelling me to emotions, like an alchemist’s potion,
Words I seldom have told you, much I have left unspoken,
Parts of me that were sold to bidders callous and cold,
You are my strength to take hold, to take back things that were stole,

To find a path I can take, you hold my spirit at bay,
Until I’m fully awake, you make me see my mistakes,
See through the faces I fake, the things that I cannot take,
The dreams I see when awake, making my very soul shake,

So you find me running and a running and a running to you,
To find a way to make you see that it is you that I choose,
And while they try to hold me down, they try to stay my hand,
I carry you and keep you with me, you’re my Talisman.
My Talisman.